Friday, December 14, 2012
A Harsh Beauty
After enjoying a few minutes of the meteor shower last night...they were popping right out of Orion......we came in for dinner. I went out again a while before dawn, but it was too hazy to see any more of them. Pretty morning though.
Everything was frost-coated, silver-pearl, every cow was puffing dragon breath, every stove for miles around sent shining pillars of steam straight skyward; not a breath of breeze was stirring.
It was lovely in a cold, bright, hard way, although softened a bit around the edges by frozen fog.
Then Liz came home with the news that she thought Mama Kitty, Caledonia, of the logger kitties, was killed on the road. And she didn't show up for breakfast.
Dang it! I know barn kitties live risky lives, but we feed them all good cat food twice a day and all the milk they want. We live way up on a high hill, far from the road. What on earth sent her so far from safety? Sure was a mood killer.